Smashing Time

Last night, while driving to the local(ish) supermarket for an evening shop, I was involved in my first “proper” accident.

Nothing massive, and really nothing special – just a door-mirror to door-mirror impact – but still, another first ticked off the list.

As it is, neither of us stopped (so I can’t really complain on that score) and it was just one of those things that happens on pitch-dark narrow(ish) roads. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t my fault, as I was just about in the verge at the time – but I could be wrong, in all honesty. I don’t think it was down to me – on narrow roads (and this is one I use all the time) I tend to stick as close to my side as humanly possible, especially when cars are coming in the other direction too – but it could’ve been. I just don’t know for sure.

All the same, everything’s OK, and the only cost is going to be a new door mirror – it’s completely smashed to fuck. But things could’ve been much worse, if we’d been a foot closer.